In Camelot Again

I find myself in Camelot again

With Guinevere unfaithful by my side,

Such beauty as my eyes have never seen,

This radiance was soon to be my bride.

Christ's cross is raised in the great cathedral apse

Not far removed from the mystic Druid cross

That dots the sacred glens and country sides

Covered with heather, lichen, fern and moss.

O my brave knight and fearless Lancelot

Locked with her in passionate embrace,

You have robbed me of my only sacred love

My crown is now a symbol of disgrace.

I have grown old and known you not my love

And now with mortal wound my soul must leave

This earth, these men, this kingdom built on peace.

Though you may weep awhile you shall not grieve

For you are his and now as I depart

Sweet Lancelot, I give her to your care.

How human love can tear the heart apart!

I breathe my last this life no more to bear,

My kingdom shall go down and night will reign

Until a greater light descend again.

She holds my hand beneath the leaden sky

And bends to kiss my lips as I die.